God help us all.

This is an honest-to-goodness conflict that took place on the homepage of my MySpace music page. Shakespeare is spinning in his grave. No, more like doing somersaults in his grave. Yeah, somersaults.

Accuser #1 - BRE DIDNT DO DA STUFF I SAID SHE DID YESTERDAY I LIED I WAS MAD AND UPSET WITH HER AND MYSELF SHES NOT THAT TYPE OF PERSON I CARE FOR HER AND DNT WANT HER TO GO

Defendant - YAH i AINt NO FUCKiN HOE SO ALl yALL dAT COMMENTiNG ON hIS STAtUS lASt NIGht CANT SHut dA HELL Up WITh dAT SHIT. fuCK YU Dnt KNO ME YU ALL lIVE iN DIFF. StATE FUCk

Accuser # 2 - i know u and u is a hoe every body knows u get off emersons dick ok u dick sucking hore hahahaha bitch

Accuser #3 - Bitch u need to shut the fuck up cause some of us might live where the fuck u live at u nasty ass dick sucking ass hoe.

Flicker.

What a pleasant way to wake, to the flickering sound of Spring. The sun speaks, the trees shiver and the birds remember their long lost song. Funny how politely the world continues in the wake of its misfortunes. How insignificant our troubles become when brushed against an unimaginable pain. How it takes a fall of one for another to look up. How we have no choice but to wake, walk, eat and sleep our way through every day without knowing the fate of our footsteps. Welcome every opportunity. Read the book you've been avoiding, make the call you never made, book the flight you can't afford and love the ones who got away.